The Sith Lord and the Convinct [Broorn Sabor]

[Darth Ayra]

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Alicia Drey nodded her head to the man stood at the front door. The officer smiled and said. "Thank you Miss Drey."
"You're welcome, Officer. It will be our little secret." Winking at him, she proceeded into the cell block after passing the officer a hundred credits, a bribe to keep her presence in the Police station unknown to any but him and the other officers that were on her pay role.

She wore a dark robe, of which it's cowl was lifted over her head to conceal her facial features. Her yellow eyes gleamed underneath the hood as she surveyed each cell and it's occupants. Petty criminals, much like the man she was about to visit and pull into her web. But unlike them, this man owed her. At least, owed her alias.

"Hello Broorn Sabor." The hooded woman came to a stop at the cells grates, locking her eyes with the man. "You've been a naughty boy, haven't you?"

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"You know, I hate sayin' things like this to women, but feth you", He said, holding up a rude gesture. "Came to visit me, huh? Whaddya want?" He asked, cracking his neck. He let out a long drawn out sigh, slowly getting up off of his cell-bed. He headed over to the bars, anger on his face. "Can I fethin' help ya? Imma be in 'ere for 'bout ten years, I might as well get a visitor", He mumbled, his anger turning to annoyance.

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Broorn Sabor"] |

"That's rather rude to the woman that's about to secure your freedom, Broorn." She smiled, which could be seen due to her mouth and tip of her nose being visible. Other than that, nothing could be seen of the woman; and no connection would be made between Alicia Drey and the woman stood before Broorn Sabor, who introduced herself as. "My name is Ayra. I could free you, right now. Or I could just leave and let you spend ten years in the prison system here on Chandrila. What would you prefer?"

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"Set me free? Why...I don't owe anyone any credits, unless your that one bartender. Ya see, nothin' in this world is fething free, aight? I ain't got any credits...who even let ya in 'ere?" He asked, resting his hands on the cold bars. "Now, ya gonna answer my question? What do ya want?" He asked, tapping his foot on the metallic floor. He let out another sigh, taking a seat back onto his bed. "Also, why do you care 'bout me?".

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Broorn Sabor"] |

"I've already paid for your release. The way I see it, you owe me. You also have to consider the fact that, despite you being locked in a cell, inside a Police station and having been caught on CCTV threatening a Sales Assistant at Chandrila DataTech in an attempted robbery, I've some how secured your release. That puts me in a very powerful position."

"I already know a lot about you Broorn Sabor. You've been a petty criminal all your life. But it's people like you who do the dirty things that people like me can't do; and so that puts us in a precarious, yet profitable position for us both."

"You have a debt to pay and you're going to do it by doing some dirty work for me. It's that simple."

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"N-NO! GUARD, GET IN 'ERE!" He shouted, staring into her eyes. "THEY SHOULD'VE NEVER LET YOU IN. GUARD, GUARD, GUARD!" He continued to shout, fear slowly building up. "NO! I AIN'T GOIN' WITCHA!" He shouted, still staring at the woman. "I DON'T DO DEALS LIKE THIS NO MORE! WHERE IS THE FETHIN' GUARD!" He hollard, now his tone full of pure terror, he didn't know what this woman could do, it didn't help that she was a Sith, either.

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Broorn Sabor"] |

"They can't hear you Broorn and even if they did, they wouldn't comply with your demands. You only have a few minutes left to decide as to whether you're going to do as I say or consequentially find yourself at the bottom of a hole, where nobody will know where you are for the rest of your life."

 

[Broorn Sabor]

"Fine, fine, fine! I'll fething help ya, what do ya need? I ain't doin' none of that beggin' and worshippin' stuff, aight?" He asked, looking at her, his annoyance turning back to anger. "How many people have you minipulated today, three? four?" He asked, his red eyes lighting up the dark cell block.

[member="Alicia Drey"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Broorn Sabor"] |

"More than you know." Her hand lifted and the energy fields that were keeping Broorn caged away dissipated. The Sith Lord lowered her hand as she waited for her new subordinate to step forward. "You'll do what I say anyway, Sabor, because now I hold your life in my hands. Call that over egotistical, arrogant, eccentric or whatever you like, it doesn't bother me."

She turned away from him. "There will be a Gathering in a few weeks time. I suggest you use the period between then and now to sort out your personal affairs, because when I come calling, you're going to begin your work to pay off the debt that you owe me." Ayra paused and turned at the doorway leading out of the cells. "And if you're thinking about running, I'll find you and it won't be your freedom that you'll be losing."

"It will be your soul. The officers will escort you out. You're a free man, Broorn Sabor. Congratulations."

FIN